She followed the drifter out the door; allowing her a two minute headstart. She figured that'd be enough; she'd looked ill-equipped for the mountains. Too well-bred for the way she was dressed as well. And then there was the four helpings of Ash's patented chili and fries; washed down by his home brew. All too weird for her hunter's radar. More suspicion when she picked up her trail far too easily; kneeling, it was clear the prints were deliberate. Cocking her rifle as she stood... She found a hand around her throat; another taking the gun from her hands; releasing its arsenal and throwing it an impressive distance. Hand removed, she turned cagily to find the drifter admiring her in a way she was unaccustomed to from someone younger than her daughter; let alone a female. "Name's Kennedy," the girl held out her hand. "Ellen Harvelle, but you knew that," she said, shaking it. "Know the Winchester's?" She nodded. "Oregon way; if you're looking." Look that appeared on the girl's face told Ellen she was not; about to speculate, she was interrupted when Kennedy kissed her hard. The girl grinned. "Think I prefer the mother hen to the chick anyway."